Seemingly delighted by that idea, Deryn smiled, wide and toothy and just radiating pleasure. It was the little things, always the little things. "Aw! That's really nice of you, thanks!" She dropped the rest of her things into the cart -- sugar, butter, sprinkles, an abundance of neon colored band aids.
And then she stuck her hand out for proper greeting, like she was just used to talking to strangers in grocery stores and bogarting their carts. "I'm Deryn."